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Yeah…I ain’t got a perfect story.

Ain’t got a clean past.But hell, I got one hell of a story to tell.I’m the son of a woman I still miss like hell,Got her memory in my heart and Got a little girl who thinks her daddy can fly,And a little man with an attitude just like mine.I don’t get every moment, but I carry them all,Every hug, every laugh, every damn phone call.They’re the reason I keep putting one foot down,When life gets heavy and tries to keep me on the ground.I’ve been called an asshole, maybe earned that name,I’ve made some bad choices, I’ve carried the blame.I’ve loved too hard, trusted too much,Played tough while falling apart at the seams.

Even a hard-ass man gets tired of being alone.I was built from the wreckage, raised by the scars,Learned how to fight underneath broken stars.Got gasoline blood and a rebel soul,Every time life broke me, I rebuilt the whole.I ain’t who I was and I ain’t who they want,

I’m finally becoming the man I know I can be.

If you don’t like the way I’m changing, that’s fine,

You can watch my taillight disappear down the line.I’ve had bills stacked higher than the roof of my house,Had engines quit when I needed them most.I’ve watched a Harley turn my pockets inside out,Still climbed on that bike and rode my troubles out.I’ve sat by the lake with a fire burning low,Trying to figure out which damn way I should go.Kayaks on the water, dirt underneath my boots,Sometimes getting lost is how you find the truth.I’ve watched relationships change, watched people walk away,Watched seven years turn into yesterday.Thought I was losing the life I was supposed to know,Then realized maybe I was finally letting myself go.I spent too damn long trying to make everybody pleased,While the real me was begging for a chance to breathe.So fuck being perfect, fuck fitting their mold,I’m taking back my story before I get old.[Country-Rap Verse]Tennessee dirt on the bottom of my boots,Head full of demons and a pocket full of screws.Got problems at the door and bills on the table,

But I’ve been knocked down before and I’m still damn able.I ain’t rich, ain’t famous, ain’t looking for a crown,Just give me an open road and let me ride this shit out.I’m the guy everybody calls when something breaks,The guy who keeps moving no matter what it takes.But when my own world breaks, I’ve learned to stand tall,’Cause sometimes you gotta save yourself when nobody calls.And Mom, if you’re somehow listening tonight,I’m still trying to turn this life into something right.I still look toward the sky when the night gets blue,Wondering what it’d feel like to ride one more mile with you.I was built from the wreckage, but I’m still standing tall,I’ve been through some shit that should’ve buried it all.Got my kids in my heart, ,Got a whole lot of freedom left to chase.I don’t need their lies.Maybe I ain’t got it all figured out.Maybe I never will But I’m still here. Still breathing.Still riding.Still fighting.And fter everything.That fucking counts -REBEL